The scene was silent and no one spoke for a long time.
At this moment, no one among the hundreds of thousands of people dared to speak. It was the first time for them to realize the difference between immortals and mortals. Compared with those people in the sky, they were simply two different species, and there was an irreparable gap between the two sides.
Long Shaoming is also very strong, and the middle-aged man known as the Sword Saint is also very strong, and is a superman to ordinary people. But the strength of a cultivator is different, it is a kind of strength that cannot be defied. No matter how proud you are, no matter how fearless you are, in front of absolute power, it seems so ridiculous.
Just like what happened just now, the Sword Master gave up his bold statement of defeating the gods, and was beaten into a paste the next second.
Long Shaoming's eyes were dull. When he looked up at the gods slightly, he admitted that he was afraid.
He won the game, but the expected joy did not surge in his heart. Instead, he was filled with an indescribable fear.
In modern film and television works, superhuman themes have always been popular. You fantasize about and like a kind of existence that transcends humans, who have extraordinary powers, noble qualities, and maintain social stability.
Parahumans are heroes.
But heroes are a minority after all. When superhumans really exist, people will inevitably fear their force. Once superhumans form a group, they will inevitably replace the original power group and become the new superiors. Monks cannot let mortals ride on their heads, and they are even less likely to obey the orders of the secular government.
Power will always go to those with bigger fists, and the power of mortals based on order will inevitably be crushed by individual power.
Looking at the entire world, Shenzhou is the minority, and black soil states are the norm.
Now it is just a matter of tearing off the last fig leaf of modern civilization to let the world know who holds the power at this moment.
The powerful beings in the clouds did not care about the reactions of mortals. In their cognition, mortals were never an existence that needed to be taken into consideration. Even after coming into contact with modern civilization, they did not think of taking mortals into consideration.
If compared with the mortal rulers, the powerful even think that they are good people. In the Black Soil State without the rule of the ancient sect, 40% of the 200 million people were hungry all year round. The grain production was among the highest in the world, but it did not feed the people on this land.
At least they won't sell the grain as feed and not let people eat it.
At first, this feeling also made the sect feel incredible. If one wants to be a mortal, he must be a mortal.
Of course, the rule of the sect is not all good. The sect is only relatively good to mortals, but the damage it causes to the entire region is devastating, especially in terms of economy. It is a grain exporting region, and foreign exchange depends entirely on exports. Once the sect cuts down, all grain is stopped and used for food, causing the economy to be broken in half.
All walks of life were also greatly impacted. Except for industries such as water, electricity, and grain, which were related to people's livelihood, the rest of the industries were almost smashed to pieces. At this time, all foreign capital in Black Soil State had fled, and nearly 8,000 companies went bankrupt in a year.
If this continues, the Black Soil State will return to an agricultural civilization. Apart from having food to eat, everything else is gradually collapsing.
This is getting better for most people.
There was a moment of silence, then applause broke out and everyone cheered for the champion.
Long Shaoming stood up from the ground. Facing the cheers, there was no joy on his face. Instead, a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.
Stars fell from the sky, and cracks appeared in the void. A golden fragment slowly fell to the ground amid the exclamations of the crowd. It had a strong scent of incense, but perhaps because of the impure faith, it did not have the majestic and solemn aura of a statue.
It is just a huge and complicated mass of beliefs, which is poisonous to the monks.
"The winner is God."
Many powerful people looked down and looked at the champion on the stage with interest as if they were looking at a little white mouse.
And Long Shaoming is indeed their guinea pig, and the results of the past two months of hard work depend on this moment.
At this time, a powerful man in a yellow robe said, "My fellow Taoists, this Heavenly Dao fragment may not be so easy to obtain. Although we have had some grievances in the past, we are still on the same land. As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. Instead of fighting, it is better to share the Heavenly Dao fragment."
Taoist Huang Xuan, from Houtu Sect, has reached the middle stage of Golden Core cultivation.
Zhuquetian glanced at him and immediately saw through the other party's cultivation and strength.
There are differences between people, even among the great cultivators who had reached the Nascent Soul stage and transformed into gods in their previous lives. Taoist Huang Xuan was a mediocre person among the Nascent Souls, barely reaching the Nascent Soul level.
Compared to a genius like Zhuquetian who has the potential to become a god, he is much weaker. And Taoist Huang Xuan is also at a lower level among these dozen people. If he robs by force, he will definitely not get his turn. Only through win-win cooperation can he get his share.
"Besides, the Heavenly Dao fragments need us to work together to use them. It is better to discuss the Dao together than to explore alone."
This sentence undoubtedly touched the hearts of most people. There is only one fragment of the Heavenly Dao, and it is unlikely that they will be able to compete for it.
"Fellow Daoist Huang Xuan is right. I don't know how many people are secretly watching this place. We have worked so hard for so long and invested so many spiritual objects. We can't just give them away."
"The fragments of the Heavenly Dao are mysterious and unpredictable. One person alone cannot unleash them."
"good."
At least ten people gave clear responses, and an invisible offensive and defensive alliance had been formed, causing some people who originally had no such idea to agree. There were only a few people who did not express their opinions, and they were all the most powerful.
Zhuquetian was one of them. Looking at the people huddled together for warmth, he couldn't help but laugh.
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